scarcity

I have no idea how fruit machines work. Sure, I get the ‘line up three bunches of cherries to win’ classic, but the all-singing-all-blinking monstrosity that mocked me in the pub yesterday? Absolutely clueless. And yet, somehow, its combination of twinkly lights, bashy buttons and blippy noises had me chucking coins into it like owning money was going out of fashion.